Chapter 2

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I woke up to the worst headache I've ever had. Harry knocking on my door doesn't make it any better. It's only 3:15 and I already know my day won't be as good as usual.

I walk over to the door after I poured more coffee into my cup.

"Ouch you look rough." He says as I open the door.

"Well thank you Harry you don't look to bad yourself." I reply gesturing him to come in.

"Sorry, did you eat anything this morning?" Harry asks me.

"No, I don't eat breakfast normally. You want coffee?" I ask.

"No I drink tea instead, but thanks." He answers.

"I just have to get my shoes and we can go." I tell him while I pour my coffee.

"Okay that's cool." He says nonchalantly.

I put on my sneakers and grab my dance bag. I watch as Harry continues to stare around my kitchen aimlessly. "You okay there?" I ask him.

"Yeah your kitchen just looks like it's never used." He tells.

"Oh that's because I don't use it much, I normally eat salads or go out to eat." I answer.

Harry nods and follows me to the door. "You ready to go now?" Harry asks as I reach for the door handle.

"What does it look like?" I answer with a tone.

"Feisty much?" Harry teases.

"Sorry, it's the nerves." I apologize while walking out the door and locking it behind us.

"No need to apologize princess, I get it. We all have those moments." He smirks at me. We walk into the elevator and stay silent for the ride down. "We are going to take my car." Harry leads me to his car and opens his passenger door for me.

"What a gentleman you are." I smile.

"Well my mom raised me right." He closes the door and starts the car.

"From what I've seen so far that's correct, but that can always change." I joke.

"So how important is this thing anyway?" Harry asks pulling out of the parking lot.

"Extremely important. If I get the lead then I can get my name out there a little bit more and then maybe get with a better company."

"So that all happens depending on today? That sounds like a lot."

"It is but it's what I have to do if I ever want to get somewhere as a dancer."

Harry looks at me with a look of understanding.

The rest of the drive was filled with meaningless conversation and debates on if radio music is better than playlist music.

"So what is this place anyway?" Harry asks me.

"It's a dance studio and school I guess. The owner of my company owns the school too so he lets us practice here and take a couple classes." I explain.

"Well that makes a little sense I guess." Harry states as we walk into the school.

Once I get into the studio I see some girls warming up already and others getting their cover ups off, when suddenly Michael stops me.

"Change in plans, you're not going to go for the lead today."

"Wait why?" I ask confused.

"Well you know how I have connections and how pretty soon you're going to be family, well family looks out for each other right? Well I wanted to let you know I found a listing for 2 people in the NYCB and I think it would be perfect for you and Anthony." Michael tells me almost as if I don't have a choice on this.

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